[Fiction] First time banged up in prison with sex offenders

[m55uk4younger]

The words still rattled in my head,
"Remanded in custody, take him down"

How did this happen to me, I just touched a young woman's arse on the bus, I read the signals all wrong, the Police arrested me for sexual assult, I co-operated with the Police, then the magistrates, the little fuckers did this to me at the age of only nineteen.

How, why, Prison, no it cannot be happening to me.

The guard snapped a handcuff on my wrist, pulled me down some stairs and put me in a fucking cell, a locked cell, alone, scared.

Ten minutes later a guard gave me a hot drink and a half stale sandwich, which I ate not knowing when my next food or drink would be. The door slammed shut, alone again with just my thoughts.

I had read what happens to young fit "Boys" in prison, older sexual predators, Daddies use them sexually, no, how can I survive Prison, how?

A while later the door opened, "Move", I was handcuffed and taken to a van waiting outside, I was loaded with others into a tiny cell with a window and plastic seat, no seatbelt, the door locked behind me after the handcuffs were removed. People were shouting to each other. I wanted to piss, I was told "Hold it, you should have gone earlier", a bag of crisps and bottle of water were thrown under the gap in the cell door. The truck started to move.

The van was hot, airless no aircon, I so wanted to piss, I ate the crisps then thought, If I drink the water, I can piss in the bottle to relieve the pressure on my full bladder, so I drank slowly then stood my back to the door, took my cock out of my pants and pissed into the bottle until the bottle was full, it felt such a relief.

Prison, fucking prison, what was that all about, I was really bricking it, scared shitless at the thought.

Time passed slowly, we seemed to drive for miles before driving into what looked like an industrial estate. The van paused at a massive door, the door opened and then closed behind the van, another door in front of the van then opened, the van drove through followed by that door closing.

I looked through the van windows, high concrete walls and high wire fences with razor wire at the top and several faceless blocks, CCTV everywhere, this was prison!

My cell door opened as one by one we were handcuffed and taken in one by one to reception. I left my bottle of piss on the seat in the van. A bleak place, guards everywhere. "Name" a man shouted, "Date of Birth" was his second question. Follow me, he ordered. " Take off your clothing from the top of your body and hand them to me, one by me", he ordered, I removed my fleece, followed by my shirt, "Arms above your head" the guard ordered. "Open your mouth and show me your tongue", he demanded. "Empty your pockets and place everything on the table in front of you", the guard hissed. The guard gave me back my shirt after inspecting it, "Put the shirt on and remove all your clothing on the bottom half of your body", the guard demanded. I removed and handed the guard my trousers.
"Underwear too and socks and trainers" the guard hissed. I was stood naked but for my shirt my genitals on full view, I felt so humiliated. " Open your legs, lift your bollocks so I can see" the guard barked. I did as I was told, my cock and balls had shrunk in fear! "Now squat down" the guard demanded, I squatted, exposing my virgin arsehole to them to view. "Sit on the chair to your left" the guard ordered. The chair object had the letters B.O.S.S. on it, I later learned that meant Body Orifice Scanning System, I sat, nothing beeped.
"Show me the soles of your feet" the guard then ordered. I did so one at a time, then the guard gave me back my trainers, socks, underwear and trousers. "Put them on, then follow me" the guard barked.

I was allowed to make one, two minute phone call and stupid me rang my boss to tell him I wold not be in work tomorrow to do my shift. Work, fucking work did not matter any more!

Dressed minus my fleece, my money and keys from my pockets. I followed the guard, my picture was taken and a plastic I.D. card in a neck lanyard was given to me, "Don't loose it, or you have to pay for another" the guard informed me. Next I was shuttled into another area for a chat with a healthcare nurse, she asked about my heath and if I felt suicidal and typed away at her computer.

The guard then told me after induction I would be housed on the V.P. wing, due to my age, first time in Prison and my offence. The Vulnerable Prisoner wing, little did I know that was the "Beasts" wing, the sex offenders wing.

Next I was given a big clear plastic bag, a set of "Greens", a green plastic food tray, green cup, green plastic knife, fork and spoon. A "Bed roll" and towel were given to me also. Finally the guard asked if I smoked and wanted a smokers pack or sweet pack, I chose the sweet pack, not knowing that smokers vapes had value in prison, stupid me. To end, the guard gave me a "Brew pack", a plastic bag of various bits to make a hot drink.

Bag in hand and getting late, shift change was due, I was told the rest would be sorted out tomorrow, famous last words I later learnt, tomorrow, tomorrow! I was put into the holding cell with other guys that had been processed, just like me, now just a number.

We were walked across the yard and in two's put into cells, a dirty cell, a burnt hole were the T.V. ad once been, a Double metal bunk with dirty old foam mattress's on them, a sink and a toilet, bars on the plastic covered windows, with holes, cold, no heating and no kettle to make a hot drink!

Fuck, this was Prison, fuck what was my new cell mate in Prison for I thought, would he beat me up, would he rape me, would he kill me, fuck I had to be strong or show I was strong at least.

I did not sleep at all, fear of the unknown i guess and my cell mate snoring his head off did not help, besides I was also cold.

I had the clothes on my back, minus my fleece, nothing else in the middle of fucking winter. I was totally alone with nothing, my thoughts turned to ending my life, suicide!








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[m55uk4younger]

I was cold, tired and the cell door opened followed by the guard kicking into the cell two small packets of corn flakes and two small packs of milk, just like you would kick food into a dog!

My cell mate got up from the top bunk and pissed in the toilet, not giving a shit for privacy, I guess I would get used to no privacy, even toilet time to piss and shit, watched! My cell mate grabbed half of the breakfast gear and stuffed in his plastic bag and I just did the same, take everything given to you, turn nothing down.

We were walked across the yard, in and out of locked gates, opened and closed by the Prison officer, other inmates shouted at us, "Nonce's, Garry Glitter's. Jimmy Saville's" any shite they could think off at the time.

Once on the wing, for the day, we were the target for abuse, verbal and physical, packs of toilet rolls and empty vapes thrown at us, just for a laugh! We got fed last, if the food had not run out, people tried to steal off your tray or gob in your food and showed lots of interest in what you were in for.

One prisoner walked up to me and gobbed me straight in the face then ran off, this kept happening day after day, I stank, I had no change of clothes and was getting a sore rash in my groin. That bastard is not going to win I thought, no way, no way.

Later by the rubbish bins I found a piece of discarded plastic curtain pole, I put it in my plastic bag with the rest of my stuff, latter that night I rubbed the end of the plastic pole against the rough wall by my bunk, trying to sharpen it to a point, if I am going down, I'm gong down fighting!

The next day gob boy spat again, I got a face full. I asked the guard what would happen if I fought back, he told me I would go on Basic, whatever that was, my daily life was pretty basic as it was! The guard was sympathetic but the guard had to see the gobbing and gob boy made sure he was not on view or on CCTV.

Later that day gob boy spat again , I saw the red mist, pulled the weapon from my bag, dropped the bag and screamed " Fuck you, this is going in your fucking face, I will take your fucking eye out, come on, make my fucking day as I jabbed the sharpened plastic into his face, come on, fucking come on".

The wing went silent, gob boy rushed away and locked himself in his cell, I followed angry was not the word, I was in a fuming rage. Then two guards floored me from behind taking the weapon from my hand. "Basic me, I do not give a fuck, Basic me" I screamed.

The guards did not Basic me and gob boy found somebody else to gob at or maybe the guards paid him a cell visit to "educate" him, I did not know or even care.

Prison makes you fight or become a victim, you have to choose!

After four or five days my cell mate got moved and nobody replaced him, life was lonely alone at night in a bare cell but at least I had privacy at last and wanked away and spunked, my balls were full and in some discomfort.

My chest was bad, I was bringing up green sticky snot, not good, I was cold with only a worn out, fit for the bin duvet to keep me warm, no heat in the cell, no kettle to make a hot drink, I had to think out of the box, think, I have hot water, how can I use it?

Central heating, radiators full of hot water, no pump though, a large china sink, I bunged plastic bag screwed up into the waste after running the hot water tap through, filled the sink up to the overflow, the sink became warm, now when it cooled I needed to keep refilling the sink over and over again, sod the condensation, I needed heat, any heat, the cell had a form of manual central heating, not bad I thought as I coughed and bought up more green snot from my chest.

Fuck them, fuck them all I thought!












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[m55uk4younger]

I was in trouble, ill with a bad chest infection, I knew things could turn really bad, I asked to see a nurse, nothing happened so I refused to leave my bed and leave the cell to go walking in the bitter cold with only a shirt on, no fleece, no jacket, no coat, crazy to even consider it!

I just drank cold water from the tap, not good as it made me feel cold inside but drinking was more important than eating the slop the guards bought me to eat, most went straight into the toilet.

At times I really thought I would die, to be found dead in my cell, I shivered and shook, unable to stop it, kept coughing up green snot, out was better than in, I thought. Nobody gave a fuck, I saw no nurse, no guard, alone. I never planned to die in a dirty stinking Prison cell, no, no, fucking no way!

I ate the warm slop they called food, because it was warm, I would have loved a hot brew but using hot water from the tap, no, it needs to be boiling from a kettle. A kettle I should have had, but did not.

Tomorrow, never happened, no change of clothing, no pillow, I used my towel rolled up, just a sheet and a duvet cover and a fit for the bin knackered duvet. Prison, "If you have not got we will provide", total bollocks, my only hope was the kindness of fellow prisoners. I need to make friends, I needed to beat this chest infection, get out of this stinking cell.

I had worn my boxers and socks for a fucking week, I could wash them but drying them was a problem in the cold of winter, wearing damp boxers and socks was not an option, that would fuck up my body even more. No interaction, no radio, no TV, just four walls was killing me mentally, the blackness of depression, sleep my only escape from this hell.

Days passed, by day three the snot was clear in colour, not green, my body was winning the war. A kind female guard took pity, when she bought my food, food being a very loose description gave me two Paracetamol, "You did not get them from me" she said, "Understood and thank you" I replied. her name on her badge was Kae, a rather fat woman but with a kind heart, I bet she would bounce a few prisoners to the floor with ease if she had to, not taking any shit from them.

I liked Kae, not in any sexual way, and sex was not even in my mind at the moment, Kae seemed to get me some better food, even some fresh fruit that would keep until I fancied eating it, I always thanked her, I asked about getting a hot shower, Kae replied that she would see what she could do, "Maybe when it is quiet when everybody is banged up" Kae replied.

Good to her word, after evening bang up Kae open the cell door, "Don't even think of trying anything or your face will be hard on the deck pronto, clothed body or naked, I won't give a fuck" Kae informed me, "Understood" I replied.
I just wanted a hot shower to feel clean, despite having to put dirty clothes on again. Kae walked me to the empty shower block, towel in hand and Kae stuffed half a dozen sachets of shower gel into my hand. "Ten minutes, I will wait outside" Kae informed me, I guess Kae got to see lots of cock as a guard in a male prison, perk of her job.

Fuck the hot shower was so good, from head to toe I washed, my groin was still raw and sore with a nasty sweat rash, washing would help, i patted my groin area dry and briskly towelled the rest of my body dry before putting my dirty clothing back onto my clean body, then the walk back to my cell followed by me thanking Kae, only words but words I meant, my mind wondered to thinking if Kae had ever been fucked or was she still a virgin, sadly people judge bodies not the person. When you are in the shit, Kae would be there for you 100%, could you say that about good looking skinny fit bitches, maybe not.

Four days of rest, my chest a lot better, I was a day walker again, a bag man, not knowing where I was sleeping that night, walked to another wing just to be fed, killing time.

A talked to few of my fellow day walkers, some on remand, some now convicted, all of us waiting for a place to call home, I did six weeks of this in the middle of a freezing winter, rain, ice, snow, we walked in it all them, all of us huddled around radiators in the wing for a day to try to get warm before walking back later to another wing and cell just to sleep that night.

I got talking to a older man, late 70's bad health, a Diabetic, he had various meds in his plastic bag, I traded my morning carton of milk for some Paracetamol to help the savage pain in my sore groin. Fred that was the man's name, he offered me a clean pair of boxers, he was about my size or a bit bigger and had the chance to pack a bag of stuff before coming to prison, he had the bag in the dock when he was sentenced so it came to prison with him. Fred, the poor bastard got eighteen years from the Judge, a death sentence at his age, historic sexual offences, he told me. Fred was ok, a little Autistic, the Autism came over as aggression due to his frustration but he was always ok with me. After a few days Fred gave me a couple a Paracetamol daily and refused to take my carton of milk in return, I would remember his kindness.

Prison is a great leveller of people, all doing time, remanded or convicted of various offences. some Judge deciding how long you are going to spend in Prison, months, years, decades, some your whole fucking life!







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[m55uk4younger]

After six long hard weeks of being a day walker, I did get a long term pad, to call home for how ever long I did not know how long. After a few shit pad mates, I settled in with Stewy, Stuart, he was ok, we sort of got on, a life of give and take, Stewy had done time before, he was in his late fourties but looked over sixty due to life of drug use and dealing drugs at music festivals. Stewy was sentenced to do a seven year plus five year consecutive stretch for sexual crimes, then the five years became seven years after the victims appeal, so fourteen years in all, nine years before a chance of parole. Stewy kept on saying he was not guilty, I had my doubts and it was not my place to judge, the Judge had made his mind up after a jury of twelve found him guilty in court.

Myself, I was remanded, not even started my journey through the legal system, not even made any plea of guilt or not guilty. Fucking Magistrates, bastards!

Stewy like to shoot some pool between six and seven at night, before bang up for the night, we tried to give each other some space, some privacy when we could make it happen.

I noticed that a few younger guys were sexually active, some had Daddies, some did sexual favours for money or canteen as some older guys paid to be serviced. Prison gay existed for sure, straight guys still needed to spunk and a mouth is a mouth, female or male they both feel the same with your eyes shut!

Some guys wanked off in the showers, man jelly was a hazard on the wet floor, some guys just did not care! Cocks on full show as others dressed and undressed to shower, some knew you were looking, some wanted you to look, some wanted and offered more. I never saw anybody get raped in the showers, an urban Prison myth, that scared the fuck out of most men as they came to Prison for the first time. The shower area was very much for washing and the odd "pickup" and exchange of pad numbers to take things further.

A young guy around eighteen, nineteen seemed to latch on to me, Justin, doing time for a sexual assult on a woman, another toucher as he told me, if true, prisoners lie as I soon found out. He was always after sugar for a brew, something I did not use, but it had value in Prison. Besides once convicted you only could have fifteen pounds a week from your private cash moved to your spends account to buy canteen, stamps, phone credit etc. On remand this was fourty five pounds, a massive uplift.

Just after six pm, Justin put his head in my pad, Stewy was playing pool, Justin asked to come in, you learn to ask to enter another prisoners pad, respect. I called him in and told him to push the door closed, which he did. Justin wanted to "borrow" some sugar and he eyed some of my canteen on the window sill, drinks, orange juice, cans of Coke and nice proper lemonade. Then Justin took me by surprise, " I will suck your cock for a can of Coke, I'm fucking skint, but you can't spunk in my gob, deal?" Justin asked. I thought but not for long the Coke cost me sixty pence on canteen. "Deal" I muttered as pulled my trousers and boxers down, my body and cock were clean as Justin took my cock into his warm mouth, too soon I was near to spunking and I spunked into Justin's hands, which he washed under the tap and left the pad with a can of Coke and a few packets of sugar in his hands. Much better than a solo wank I thought as the rush of sexual orgasm relaxed me.

Not much later Stewy returned from the pool table and we got ready for another bang up and night watching the TV! I was not sure if Stewy saw Justin enter the pad and did not really care if he did, Stewy said nothing that night.












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[m55uk4younger]

Once I had a phone PIN code, I rang my solicitors (things happen slowly in Prison, you get used to that!), not available, ring back later, when? I ask, ok I will do that. Rang back later at the time I was told to ring, out of the office, I started to get pissed off. The receptionist was so sarcastic, "Somebody will visit you in Prison, we know where to find you, it is not as if you are going anywhere soon". Fucking useless I thought as I ended the call, Prison calls are not cheap, PIN phone credit sucks your spends money away then you have little for your weekly canteen!

Stuck on remand in Prison, fucked totally, no chance of a paid work job, convicted men come first, I need to stretch my mind, get out the pad, education I thought, it pays a few pence a day, under a pound, but a pound is a fucking pound I thought.

Soon I was doing English education, it was my worst subject at school, I was always better at maths. Soon I was helping other men who's English was really bad and a few men to which English was their second language, making some friends too, it gave me about £5 spends for a full five morning sessions of education, nobody gets rich in Prison.

Unlock at seven thirty am, time for breakfast, a shower then education, lunch, a few hours in the pad after the lunchtime lock up, Stewy did art education in the afternoon, a bit of a long wait to get on art, convicted men get the first free places. Then tea. tea time lock up, then free time to mix from six pm, do stuff maybe get some fresh air and a walk in the yard, a shower before seven thirty pm bang up for night. My weekday life, routine. Prison is all about routine!

Head counts drive you crazy, the screws simply cannot count, checks, rechecks and maybe a third recount, screws opening the pad door, "two", yes fucking two last time I checked, one up, one down or one the bog!

Another day nearly done, evening bang up came too quickly.

Stewy had a massive skin problem, maybe years of drug abuse, he had to plaster his skin in ointments to stop him scratching the fuck until he bled, he was a little shy close up, I had seen his cock when he pissed, hidden by his hand. "Look Stewy, I know you have a medical problem and you really need to get naked to put that cream shit all over you, then fucking do so, don't sit scratching until you bleed watching the TV, besides I have seen your cock when you piss, privacy, we have not got!" I told Stewy.

"Thanks mate, it is your pad as much as mine, so I would never ask but if you really do not mind . . " Stewy replied as he stripped totally naked, fuck his cock was massive flaccid, fuck, blessed he was with big bull balls too, I tried not to stare. Stewy plastered himself in cream but struggled to reach his back. "Want some help" I asked, "Would you" Stew replied.

"Put your towel on my bunk and get face down" I told Stewy, he did as asked, he gave me a pair of disposable gloves to put on, saves wasting the cream and it going into the hands rather than into the skin where needed. I rubbed and gently massaged the cream into his back, then started on his arse, Stewy said nothing as I massaged and rubbed cream into his firm arse, I ventured into his bum crack, Stewy still said nothing so I slid my thumb over his arse hole, Stewy made a low moan so I did it again this time pushing my thumb slightly into his arsehole, this was greeted with a another moan. I let my hand brush the back of his big scrotum, Stewy stayed silent but opened his legs a little wider which gave me better access to his scrotum.

"Done, I think mate" I told Stewy. "Time to get of my bunk and pay the fucking bill" I laughed.

Stewy moved, his face blushed "Sorry" he said softly as his massive hardon came into view, it must have been a good nine inch maybe ten inches plus, thick and very hard, precum glistened from his knob.

"Don't be, what happens in the pad stays in the pad, glad you enjoyed it, if you want to book another one I will see if I can fit you in!" I laughed.

"Maybe you should get upstairs, finish the Job, I will put the TV or some music on, don't mind me mate!" I laughed at Stewy as he climbed onto his bunk.

Soon Stewy was unloading his balls onto his chest, grunts and moans covered by the noise from the TV, then sleep hit Stewy as his climax ended. Stewy woke about an hour later, his cum drying on his oily creamed chest.

"Wow fuck mate, that was good, very good, I owe you mate" Stewy splurged as he rubbed his cum into his chest to dry it off.

We talked, be had a brew, we watched a film on the TV, then settled in to sleep.

Night turned to day and again the door was unlocked, a new day, another one served by Stewy, another one on credit to me if I got sent down.












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[m55uk4younger]

Mornings were a bit of a rush, two prisoners handed out the milk and you helped yourself to what ever was on offer in a big cardboard box, sadly the box may have tasted a lot better. Ten minutes later the two "servers" made they way back to their pads, milk extras in hand, to use, trade or give to their mates. A lot of the older guys in downstairs pads with bad mobility missed out on their morning free milk, wrong in my eyes, but that is Prison.

Then came the queue to use the toaster, if you had any bread or if there was any spare bread by the toaster, you queued for fucking everything in Prison.

Next came the dash for showers followed by queues for any meds and to see the healthcare nurse, followed by guys getting out the wing to be walked to another block to work. Those doing education got to their classes and the wing cleaners set about cleaning the common areas of the wing and earning a paltry wage. Pads, you cleaned your own, in your own free time!

Stewy could not have any dairy stuff, milk, cheese etc, so I usually got his milk to bank and the cheese off his sandwich if it was filled with cheese, you did not get a choice, you got what you were given. You could order the food you wanted for each meal but that got changed very often by the kitchen. In return I gave Stewy the odd treat from my canteen, that is what you do with a decent pad mate, you can't just take, take take!

Who should I see walking with his stick, bag in hand, Fred, moving into a downstairs pad, solo because he had no bladder or bowel control following Prostate cancer, or so he told me. I remembered his genuine kindness and would say hello and return the kindness if I could, nearly eighty years old and a sentence of eighteen years the judge gave him!

Stewy grabbed a morning shower, just plain water, he could not use any form of soap but he needed to get rid of the cum from last night and the sweat from his body. Me, I liked to chill a bit in the morning before education, and shower before evening bang up, two showers a day when you are sitting around doing fuck all all day were not needed, maybe if you grafted or used the Prison gym, then maybe you needed two. I guess I was lucky to get a shower daily in Prison, in some prisons the prisoners did not.

Before education, I nipped into Fred's pad said hello, bunged him a couple of packets of milk from my window sill bank as a gift, a thank you was all I wanted and got it. Poor bastard I thought, Prison life will be so hard for him!
I left Fred to settle into his pad then got my gear from my pad and checked into English education for the next two and a half odd hour stint.

Half eleven ish all those on the wing started to queue up for dinner, all those out at work got fed dinner where they were, to be honest I had paid for worse food on the outside, some prisoners would not eat anything wet for fear that the food had been "messed" with this being a mainly sex offenders wing, the bottom of the prison barrel. Anybody caught "messing" with prisoners food faced a harsh penalty, loss of their job being the least, more time to served in Prison being the worst.

Bullying did go on, stuff taken off your tray or gobbing into your food if you let them. Most bullies backed down when confronted, fights kicked off over stupid little things and could escalate quickly, some people got a kettle full of hot sugared water thrown at them, some got stabbed but it was rare, as rare as people deciding to top themselves, suicide, but it did happen.

You picked your friends with care and respected other prisoners.

Dinner done, everybody got banged up for an hour while the screws, guards, officers, whatever you wanted to call them got to eat after a head count or maybe two was done.

When we got opened up, more education, or time in your pad alone to think, behind your door, closed or open but not allowed to go out on the landing, Me I chilled out listening to the radio via the TV while Stewy did art education. I just wanted to know how long I was staying in this place and to get on with my life, Justice happened slowly, very slowly!

I just touched a woman's arse on a bus, she wore tight trousers, not even wearing a skirt, I did not touch her panties or her bare flesh, her sex, her cunt, her tits, then I ended up here in fucking Prison, fucking Prison. Some women would be glad of the attention, some dress to impress and tease men, I am sure.

I got it wrong, I hold my hands up, sorry, I made a big fucking mistake. I did not rape her, murder her or any of that shit, just a touch, one touch.

The passing guard threw a letter in the pad, it was for me from the solicitors, they will visit me in two weeks time, no fucking rush then I thought, at least things were moving forward.











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